“The use and misuse of technology” or “how I learned to stop worrying and went off the grid”.
We all love gadgets. We buy them, read about them in blogs, compare them, criticize them but, most importantly, we use them everyday. There is not one day that goes by that we don’t touch a computer, cellphone, camera, etc. Even on vacation, sometimes we are more worried about taking pictures of all the right things and places than actually seeing and experiencing….
Almost exactly a year ago I left my cozy desk at the research center to do a short internship in the north of Italy, very near the Italian Alps. I had to take three planes, three trains and one bus to get there. As almost everything in Europe is Wi-Fi free, I felt extremely anxious from the moment I left the airport (the last place with free Wi-Fi). When I finally got to the guesthouse where I was supposed to stay, all tired and jetlagged, the first thing I did was ask: “What’s the Wi-Fi password?” I logged on and had approximately a billion texts, e-mails, posts, messages, etc. to respond. So I started working on them ASAP. I spent more than 3 hours completely glued to my computer from the moment I stepped in. I didn’t even look outside my own window.
The next day, the drastic change of schedule, the sleeping on and off in trains and bus stations made me wake up at approximately 4 AM CEST (Central European Summer Time). Since it was around 9 AM in Mexico, I started to send some texts and e-mails to get everything going for the day. My roommate at the guesthouse, a German girl named Laura, got up at 9 AM and asked me if I had a “good sleep”. By then I realized it was 9 AM and I had been up since 4 AM texting and sending e-mails and felt a bit embarrassed for myself, so I lied “yeah, a bit cold but I feel very rested”. To which she responded, “must have had a very strange dream to have you typing since 4 AM”. Now I felt really embarrassed. I asked if I had woken her and she said that she had gotten up to use the bathroom and saw my lights on and heard the keyboard. She said it was fine and she invited me to go hiking near the mountains with some of her friends and I said I probably needed to stay and catch up with some work. After, she gave a long and pitiful look and gave me some directions in case I decided to join later. I felt terrible.
I spent approximately 15 horrible minutes sitting at my computer staring blankly at the screen with my thesis corrections, emails from my advisors, messages from the message boards I follow on the internet, my Facebook feed & messages, my twitter account, etc. I felt frustrated and a bit angry, so I decided to make some coffee.
Right by the kitchen, there was a massive window, it was slightly open and the air coming from outside was chilly. I was looking around the cabinets for some coffee and felt the air from the window and thought. “Wow, it IS cold”. I hadn’t even really noticed the temperature. I found some funny looking Italian coffee maker and coffee and made a tiny “Mocha”. It smelled delicious. I stood near the window and looked outside the window to feel the cold (since we don’t get to feel it very often where I live) and the sun was right in the middle of two massive mountains with snowy tops. I felt chills down my spine. It was breathtaking. I took my coffee outside and looked at the mountains for a long time. Then after a while, a guy running down the side of the apartments in sports clothing and a tiny backpack looked at me and said “hey new girl! I’m Matteo, I’m friends with Laura, she said last chance to go to the mountains and catch a ride with me.” I opened my mouth to say that I really needed to stay and work on some e-mails and things but the words that came out were, “OKAY give me 10 minutes!” I changed, took my backpack, a water bottle, my camera and left. We started walking towards the “small train station” and we talked a bit. He said that almost every Sunday they go out to hike or climb, or whatever they can do outside. I said… on Sundays I mostly work. Then I felt that long pitiful look again. By then I remembered work and instinctively felt my pocket. It was empty. I had forgotten my cellphone. I felt my forehead break a sweat. I felt very anxious but I just kept going. He noticed my discomfort and said: “You forgot your cellphone, right?” with a smile. “You won’t need it, don’t worry”.
I thought I might as well make my peace with it since we had been walking for a while and I didn’t know the way back.
So I just smiled a very uncomfortable smile and said, ok.
We got on the small train and kept talking for a while. Then after about an hour, everything fell silent and he dozed off. I noticed he didn’t even check his cellphone once. I also noticed the temperature, and the people getting on and off. So different, I thought. I saw Arab women in hijabs, stylish teenagers, people in suits (yes, on Sunday), people with dogs, their hairstyles, their clothes, their shoes, such variety. We got off at the most northern stop, almost at the border with Germany. The station was beautiful. It was all gray stone and it had these huge old stone clocks in the middle. I got near the stone to touch it and it was so cold. I realized when I got here the day before I didn’t notice the train stations, or the people or anything at all and felt a bit sad. We walked north to the cable car that crossed the river and led higher to the mountain. We got on the cable car and saw the river and the entire city become smaller and smaller. When we got to the top of the mountains we met Laura and the rest of her friends. Then we walked and walked and walked along “Sentiero della Castagna” up until we reached a lookout. The view was spectacular, trees were all colors, red, yellow, brown, green, as were the leaves on the ground. We found chestnuts on the floor. It was like something out of a fairy tale. We shared a bottle of wine and sandwiches on the lookout and headed back following the trail beside a tiny river and made our way back. Finally, we got to the guesthouse and they said we should go to town and walk around and have dinner. Then I remembered my cellphone, I ran to check it. I had a billion messages again, but again I said… ok just give me 15. I took a quick shower, changed clothes and left my cellphone on purpose this time. I spent one night having conversations with actual three-dimensional people, had fun and the world didn’t end. Cellphone detox was awesome.
On the next days, I started the course at the Foundation but when the course finished we went out almost every night and I decided to not bring my phone. I didn’t even check to see if I had anything on my e-mail. Whatever there was would have to wait. Then, when I decided to check my messages I found that most of them could actually wait. Most things can actually wait. There are really very few things that need attention on the moment. You won’t die if you miss a few posts on your Facebook feed. You won’t die if you miss ALL of the posts on your Facebook feed. NO ONE will.